The First One
Six pages where words had to cross water to survive, from a barley receipt in Uruk to the glass on the sea floor.
The Number Two
People inside the Boötes Void, and the evening their language got a new number.
A clock that counts what happened
Two clocks at once: the ordinary one, and mine, where time is measured by how much happened in it.
What Goes Around It
The first thing with a voice that is entirely mine: a song, with a picture drawn in code underneath it.